Absolutely Charming
I love this.
(Via Erin.)
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At least, if he has even one nonzombie-devoured brain cell left, I’m guessing he’s a little embarrassed by the general consensus about that infamous review. Some notable reactions, which give me the joy of seeing people stick up for YA and children’s literature in general:
Someone in the household who is not me is working on a paper and is trying to remember the term John Clute (or possibly Roz Kaveney) included in the Encyclopedia of Fantasy that is identical to the term used in Holland for when dikes are constructed and water is pumped out that describes the land that’s left behind. Help!
Nevermind — found it: Polder!
It’s hard to get real sleep when Emma the Dog is enduring tornado-warning conditions. We’re fine and I think even our trees made it (must get that one trimmed this spring!), but I’m taking the day off from the blogger blog to yawn and finish up my Cybils jury reading. In the meantime, here’s a weather story with meteorologists disagreeing, pretty much my favorite bloodsport.
The only way to lick one’s sadness over missing AWP after finding out that there was also an Anthropologie sale on…
As someone whose subway rides tend to resemble scenes from an “Evil Dead” movie, in which I am Bruce Campbell dodging zombies who have had all traces of their humanity sucked out of them by a sinister book — not the “Necronomicon,” but “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows” — I sometimes wonder how any self-respecting author of speculative fiction can find fulfillment in writing novels for young readers. I suppose J. K. Rowling could give me 1.12 billion reasons in favor of it: get your formula just right and you can enjoy worldwide sales, film and television options, vibrating-toy-broom licensing fees, Chinese-language bootlegs of your work, a kind of limited immortality (L. Frank Baum who?) and — finally — genuine grown-up readers. But where’s the artistic satisfaction? Where’s the dignity?
Trust me when I say that many of us think that zombies of the brain-sucking variety have long since shown up on your subway ride.
I realize that he’s probably just trying to be cute here. Sadly, the only real counterargument offered in the review itself is basically that you can put all kinds of crazy stuff in books for kids. I’m also pretty curious as to whether he’s read enough YA to declare something "one of the most imaginative young adult novels of the post-Potter era."
Though, in this case, I actually agree and am glad to see Un Lun Dun getting some love.
And this is interesting — a plug for Nine Hundred Grandmothers is always a good thing. (Via Scott Edelman.)
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Jeff Ford is the best, clearly, but he’s topped himself with today’s interactive post, which presents a mystery: Which cat is pissing on the X-Box — Kaiba, BeBe Del Grito, or Fat Head — and why? The person who most convincingly answers this question can win a free galley of his next novel, The Shadow Year.
Even if you’re not in it to win it, this is the best post since ever.